FULL CHAPTER HERE —> GREG VS RAID 9-46

The first cut barely hurt.

For the length of a heartbeat, there was only the press of cold metal, thin and sharp against his left side. At the most, it was a little line of pressure slowly dragging sideways, no different than the feel of mechanical pencil lead against skin. Greg had just enough time to blink again, a little thought breaking through; stupid and hopeful. Maybe my skin’s too tough fo—

Then she pressed deeper.

The pain arrived all at once, Bonesaw going the opposite way to open a seam along his ribs. It was enough to fold his stomach inward, knees coming up and hands trying to go for the wound flashing red numbers above him.

All that movement went nowhere, blue eyes just stretching wider at the steel beams above him in the dim warehouse.

+1 Resistance: Slash

“Ooooh, looky.” Golden curls framed an innocent face smiling down at him, the lights behind her only giving Bonesaw more of a halo.

Un…unfair. Little girl or not, it just wasn’t right that someone so… so… fucked up could look and sound like they were cosplaying Shirley Temple.

“Looky look, it’s already going.” He didn’t look but he didn’t have to, Bonesaw’s bare fingers digging inside him to pull the edges of the cut back while they tried their best to stitch back together at the usual speed. It was a tight itch against blood-splattered flesh, but there was something sitting in the middle of it; a cold blade and small hands resting inside like they lived there. “Hmmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, let’s see…”

FULL CHAPTER HERE —> GREG VS RAID 9-46